(Aristotle)

It seems to be true—as Thales put it—
                                                                        Everything is made of water
including my bathroom
                                                which just flooded.
My mirror’s
                        layers now include buckets.
Fundamentally water
                                        is what
                                                           freezes
                                                                        in my driveway
                                        or falls
                                                           from yon sky,
already solidified.
                                  There is no God
                                                                  waiting in my shed
to hand me a new snow shovel
                                                           (my last one was stolen).
                                                           I do dream my way
                                                                                                back to Lake Michigan
                                                sometimes, the ponds in the dunes
                                                above which float nighthawks
                                                                                                        in summer.
Someone on social media said they heard
                                                                             house centipedes
shed the virus (which is trapped in profusion, you know,
                                                                                                       in the “out of doors”)
due to the fact that “infected water flows
into our basements
                                        from our backyards
and a centipede loves its water.”
                                                              All I know: rain will cover
your floorboards
                                     if you look into the mirror too long.
                                                              Composition of housefly? 98%
                                                              water. You are
                                                                                             I am
already flowing with virus.
                                                     A stranger, like a shark’s eye,
in some state of transformation,
                                                             swims past
                                                                                    just beyond my reflection.